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said. “But I guess you could call it that.”
    The
train door opened, allowing us to step inside its tubular carriage. It was
packed with vampires of all different kinds, and the strong smell nearly
knocked me out.
    I
found myself sitting next to a woman with straw-like grey hair and green skin.
She was coughing up disgusting looking mucous and spitting it on the floor. She
reminded me of what Sally had looked like back in the prison room.
    “What’s
wrong with her?” I whispered to Mr. FreeCut, who was sitting on my other side.
    “She
is close to reaching the three hundred year mark," he told me. "Once
a vampire reaches that age they can no longer process blood.”
    “But
I thought vampires never die."
    “Well,
not by age as such. But vampires can die from lack of blood. Eventually, when
we   reach a certain age, our body
rejects the life-giving blood we need for survival.”
    The
old lady suddenly looked straight at me; my youthful features appeared to
repulse her. She coughed again, this time shedding some of her jade skin, bits
of which flew disgustingly into my face. I flinched and buried my eyes into the
shoulder of Mr. FreeCut.
    “I
know it’s gross,” he whispered. “But she can’t help it.”
    I
felt a sudden acceleration as the train moved off, jerking and twisting so hard
that I had to grab Mr. FreeCut’s arm. I wondered why there were no handlebars
in this damn thing.
    “You’ll
get used to the speed,” he said.
    Certainly
none of the other vampires on board appeared to be bothered by the
acceleration. In fact, at least three of the younger dudes already were
checking me out. I even spotted a couple gazing at me. I should have been
honored. But in truth, all I felt was uncomfortable.
    “Tell
me about the accident,” I asked Mr. FreeCut.
    “The
doctor who operated on you told me that he couldn’t believe you survived the
crash that sadly killed your parents. You did lose a lot of blood, and you were
badly injured, but your medical treatment went well and you made a full
recovery.”
    “Full
recovery? Then why can’t I remember anything?”
    “That’s
what we don’t understand.”
    “So
that’s why everything feels so weird to me.”
    “Yes.
And I will do everything I can to help you adjust.”
    The
train stopped again and we got off. After climbing up more stairs, we emerged
back above ground. The pressure of the light from the three suns hit me again,
though this time not as hard.
    While
walking a few blocks I glanced up in astonishment at Garlic Moon, which
apparently shone both day and night. We eventually came to a cozy looking red
house. Another one of those peculiar dead-looking trees towered in the front
yard.
    “Here
it is,” said Mr. FreeCut. “Home sweet home.”
    I
followed him up the porch steps and on through the front door.
    We
entered a cluttered living room with dark, rubicund walls. Statues of
outlandish beasts with horns and fangs greeted me. After walking past this
frightening array of animals, I immediately smelled blood on arriving in the
gloomy and modest kitchen. Once again, it tempted yet repulsed me in equal
measures.
    On
the table, in pride of place, sat the head of what looked like a deformed
monkey sitting in a pool of its own blood. There were multiple side dishes also
drenched in blood, along with glasses filled to the rim with the red stuff.
    “We
won’t be eating this well every day,” Mr. FreeCut said. “But since this is our
first meal together, I thought we should eat in style.”
    “I’m
working up quite an appetite,” I said after thanking him.
    An
odd noise, like a woman or child screaming, then caught my ear. It was coming
from another room. “What is that?” I asked.
    “That’s
Ernie. He’s looking forward to meeting you.”
    “Ernie?
You mean a dog?”
    “Dog?
What’s a dog, Janice?”
    I
shrugged, confused myself. What the hell
is a dog, anyway?
    I
followed him back into the living room. A sofa made up of rocks was in